[Gamzee had intended to take a deep breath in, and exhale. He only got half of it right, however, and ended up sucking in a large breath and just holding it there in his lungs. Tavros' hand on his back was... warm. And nice. And. Ugh, fucking stupid useless feelings! His hands eventually lowered from his face, but he still held them in front of his chest, wringing them like there was no tomorrow and finally letting that breath out after a good minute or so. It was shaky as it came out, whistling through clenched teeth because, lords, he was really trying hard to calm himself down. It was hard without Karkat here. Not to say that he didn't want to be in perfect spirits for Tavros - he undoubtedly did. At all times, perfect and happy and just. Anything but this.]
[It could be worse, he supposed. At least Tavros didn't have to see him go crazy, kill everyone. Well, thinking about that wasn't doing anyone any good. Better to move on.]
Bro...
[Concentrate on the hand, rubbing at his back. The words that were so painfully concerned and innocent from the boy he knew so well and spent every day talking to, back home, with the wicked rhymes and the clown-nosed, bull-horned emoticons, the boy he'd been flushed for for sweeps and oh, fuck, we weren't going to think about that again. It was just not the right time to think about that. So not right.]
[But his blood pusher was swelling and bouncing around in his chest, now. What the fuck was he supposed to do!?]
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[Don't.]
[Snap.]
[Gamzee had intended to take a deep breath in, and exhale. He only got half of it right, however, and ended up sucking in a large breath and just holding it there in his lungs. Tavros' hand on his back was... warm. And nice. And. Ugh, fucking stupid useless feelings! His hands eventually lowered from his face, but he still held them in front of his chest, wringing them like there was no tomorrow and finally letting that breath out after a good minute or so. It was shaky as it came out, whistling through clenched teeth because, lords, he was really trying hard to calm himself down. It was hard without Karkat here. Not to say that he didn't want to be in perfect spirits for Tavros - he undoubtedly did. At all times, perfect and happy and just. Anything but this.]
[It could be worse, he supposed. At least Tavros didn't have to see him go crazy, kill everyone. Well, thinking about that wasn't doing anyone any good. Better to move on.]
Bro...
[Concentrate on the hand, rubbing at his back. The words that were so painfully concerned and innocent from the boy he knew so well and spent every day talking to, back home, with the wicked rhymes and the clown-nosed, bull-horned emoticons, the boy he'd been flushed for for sweeps and oh, fuck, we weren't going to think about that again. It was just not the right time to think about that. So not right.]
[But his blood pusher was swelling and bouncing around in his chest, now. What the fuck was he supposed to do!?]
You didn't.
Motherfuckin' upset me, I all mean. You didn't.
It was just me.
I'm--
It was just me.